His hand is reaching out,
Wanting mine,
To grasp,
To hold,
To proclaim to the world,
That I am his.
I like him,
But the sight of his hand,
Reaching out for mine,
Fills me with apprehension,
And I realize that it is too soon.
Nevertheless,
I take his hand in mine,
Even though I am not ready,
Because I do like him,
And I am afraid,
That if I ignore his hand,
He will give up,
And I will drive him away forever.
He is smiling from ear to ear,
So I copy him,
Even though,
My chest is feeling quite unpleasant.
About the Creator
Rebecca Patton
Ever since discovering Roald Dahl, I wanted to be an author who would delight and move her readers through her stories. I also wrote my debut novel, "Of Demons and Deception" on Amazon.
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